My Partner Against Crime

Chapter 66

When I get to my hotel room I'm dead. I slide off my shoes and drop onto my bed. Just as I feel myself starting to drift off, there's a soft knock at my door.

I pull at my blanket and groan. What is it with people and interrupting my sleep. I finally build up the strength to push away the marshmallow bedding and walk to the door. I check the peephole first, maybe it was just some kid running down the hall and ruining people's lives.

I glance through the narrow glass tunnel, I'm surprised to see Aaron standing there in jeans and a polo. I open the door, my eyes hardly feel open.

"Hey." I lean against the door frame and squint from the hall lights.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I know it's late." He looks hesitant, like he's either going to turn around and leave or force his way in.

"It's okay, I'm not getting much sleep either way. You wanna come in?" His face softens as I open the door wide enough for him to enter the room. I switch on the light attached to the headboard and get back in bed while still trying to give my attention to Hotch.

"I don't bite." He moves from position of just standing in the middle of the room to sitting on the end of the bed.

"I apologize for coming over so late, I just wanted to check in on you." It's very bold of him to make a move like this, and at this point I'm scared of what he thinks that other night meant for us.

"Check on me?" I yawn. The room suddenly doesn't feel so hollow with him here. "I'm fine, just tired and not being able to sleep." I cuddle closer into bed. I feel like I can fall asleep just from the company.

"I won't interrupt, sleep well." He gets up and heads towards the door.

"Aaron wait." He stops and turns so his soft eyes meet mine. "Can you stay?" I don't know what I'm doing, but if it means I get one good night of sleep I'm willing.

"Sure." He says softly and slight off his shoes at the door. He starts getting into the bed with me, and I quickly stop him.

"You're going to sleep in jeans and a polo?" I've seen more of him than I ever though I would, sleeping with him in his boxers doesn't feel like an issue to me.

"I suppose I won't." I turn over and face the opposite wall as he strips down. When he's done he pulls back the blanket and slides in against me. Fuck I've missed this. Having him here makes me feel safe enough to close my eyes and relax. He shuts off the light closes the gap between us.

He slips his hand into the back of my shirt, his warm and calloused hand begins to massage my back. I nearly moan at how amazing it feels as my muscles start to release tension.

"Let me know if you want me to stop." He speaks softly and continues his actions, now moving to my side. His hand slides into the side of my pants as he rubs the side of my thigh. I feel the bags under my eyes deepen, but I feel too good to give into sleep.

His hand moves back up, going back into my shirt to massage my back, then my side, then slowly to my chest gripping my breast. I let out a soft moan, he's teasing me.

I feel his other hand move and swiftly undo my bra. "Take it off for me." I sit up and remove my shirt and bra with it, then lay back down and wait for his hands to meet my skin again.

He pulls me more towards the middle of the bed, and makes his way on top of me. He gently kisses me, then my neck, my collar bone until finally his lips meet my breasts. His soft kisses turn rough, and the kisses turn into sucking.

I can't stop myself from moaning as his tongue plays with my nipples.

"Does that feel good?" He pauses to ask, almost playing with me since he knows it feels amazing.

"Don't stop." I grab the back of his head and pull him back down against me. One of his hands plays with my breasts, while the other slips into my pants and starts rubbing circles on my clit. "Fuck." I moan out.

"I can feel how wet you are." I feel him slide two fingers in me and begin pumping. The pleasure throughout my body is mind fogging.

"You're getting so tight." He pulls out of me only to remove my pants and underwear. He shifts himself to lay on top of me, grinding against me with just his boxers separating us.

"Can I?" He whispers in my ear.

"Mhm." I nod even though it's too dark for him to see.

He swiftly slides off his boxers and I lay impatient waiting to feel him at my entrance. Instead he lowers himself and starts licking my clit. He roughly grips my thigh and moves it over his shoulder. He starts sucking making my legs shake, his fingers follow soon after. I grip the sheets and bite down on my hand to feel myself from being too loud.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer." He comes up and rubs his tip against me, up and down a few times before slowing entering me. He grabs my hips and picks up the pace.

"You feel so good." He moans out.

I don't know how long the night lasts, but I haven't felt that taken care of in so long. I lay naked with Hotch against me knocked out. I dream of him waking up, and his hand playing with me from behind.

I wake up from the horrible alarm sound I know I haven't set. Shit. I sit up and catch Hotch putting his pants on.

"Good morning." I can't justify this. I can't. Maybe Spencer fucked someone else but this isn't me. I get a headache just thinking about Marshall's disappointment in me if he knew.

"That shouldn't have happened." I sit up and cover myself with the duvet. My breathing picks up at my choices. What am I doing?

"Marina, are you okay?" I can feel my heart beating against my chest. I can't take this back. The first time was a mistake, this time was a poor, poor choice. I throw on my shirt and rush to the bathroom just in time to empty whatever's left in me into the toilet.

I sit on the floor and lean against the wall. "What can I do?" Hotch rushes in, but before he has the chance to get to me I put my hand out.

"Just go, please." I want to cry, or scream or something. I've fucked my boss, cheated on my husband, and ruined my relationship with a loyal friend.

I run my hands through my hair as Hotch leaves my room. Fuck.

I avoid him today just as I did yesterday. Although today I've been short and irritated. I don't think there's anyone I haven't snapped at yet.

We're going home tonight, at least I hope. We have our top suspect held at the station getting interrogated by Morgan and Emily, definitely a pair you don't want to mess with.

JJ, and I sit in the viewing room watching things go down. I can feel her eyes on me on and off. She's reading me, but no amount of body language and attitude could reveal what I've done.

"What're you shooting at me?" I ask before meeting J's concerned eyes.

"I'm just trying to read your mind, unless you're thinking of chocolate I don't think I've got it." I laugh for the first time all day.

"I'm sorry, I'm just exhausted in more ways than one and the only thing I want right now is for this asshole to give up so we can go home." I face the glass.

"Well they're running his DNA right now, that's all we're really waiting on." I feel relaxed being alone with JJ, I know she's not judging me although if she really knew what I've done it would be different.

Morgan and Emily finally exit the room at the same time as two officers walking in to cuff our guy.
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As soon as we get on the jet I let Spencer know I'm coming home. I don't know how I'm going to face him after this trip. He might be able to move on from his affair but I'm terrified of being stuck with mine.

"Tired?" Rossi plays with his rings and suddenly sits like my therapist.

"You have no idea."